No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away

"You would be bitter too, if you were always second best to the fool."

He had returned.

The conquer of Midgard failed, showing his brother supreme once again.

Left to sulk around the castle, never allowed to leave without security.

It was all so tiring.

A murmur had drifted to his ears, thick in the air.

He was not the only outcast within his Father's walls.

"Her name is Aella, Goddess of The Storm. She was to take the throne until her sister was wed. With that, her sister's husband became king. Aella turned upon her nation, and killed him. Because Aella was her sister, the new Queen asked our Allfather to take her in." Thor explained to the imprisoned prince. The God of Thunder had found him brooding in one of the many libraries, glaring at the wall.

To Thor's dismay, Loki showed no interest in the news. A flinch had curled his lips at the speak of murder, but other than that, not even a glance.

Thor sighed.

"She…is much like you, brother."
"Why? Because of her heinous crimes? Such a compliment." Loki hissed, finally turning his gaze upon him. An etched expression of pain crossed Thor's features and once again Loki turned away.

"Lady Aella has been away, submitting to trials within her home realm. She has been sentenced to the confinement of Asgard for an eternity. Please, try to be civil if you chance upon her. She is as temperamental as you are." Thor commented, finally catching his brother's eye. Loki scoffed.

"Doubtful, brother," At least he was referring to him as brother again. With a slight shake of his head Thor stood to make his exit, pausing in the door frame.

"It may have slipped my mind earlier to mention, but Aella's mother… Was part Frost Giant,"

Loki's head snapped up, eyes narrowed. Too late; Thor had abruptly left with the slam of the door.

Frost Giant.

You want a revelation,
You want to get it "Right,"
But it's a conversation
I just can't have tonight,

Banished, from her home.

For fighting for what was rightfully hers.

It was all such a despicable, sickening joke.

That parasite Fandral had been at her beck and call, swooning like a fish out of water. With every quickened step she hoped to get away, to escape his constant gaze.

She had spent enough time in the spotlight, for once.

Hurried, heeled feet hid in layers of sheer, sleek black material, rising to meet an her hips before branching off into two strands as wide as her hand, wrapping around her neck. The dark, curly mass of her hair was brought back slightly by a headband made of spindled gold, flying with every step she took.

The Asgardian air was thick with summer, but Aella took no heed.
Her blood was as cold as ice.

She crumpled in a magnificent chair of ivory, safe under the cries of a willow, near a calm pond. While she hated the Asgardian lush, there were at least small comforts in the lands.

"Ah, so I am finally graced with the presence of Lady Aella," A cool, sly voice announced. Her head turned directly to him, catching even the God of Mischief off guard. A slow, coy smile licked her lips.

"Loki. I was wondering when we would meet. I have heard much about you,"

"All lies, I imagine," He answered, easily. The tall, slender man had been standing near the trunk of the Weeping Willow, surveying the woman from afar. She had arrived in a graceful whirlwind, putting to shame the women of his home.

What had really caught his attention, however, were those bright, piercing blue eyes.

Full of resentment and anger, cooled by her stunning appearance.

Loki Odinson had no troubles seeing through her façade.

She rose to her feet, as poised as a dancer. A peal of mischief ran through her cunning eyes.

"My, I certainly hope not. Rebellion, deceit? Attempting to overthrow the classic old tale of the favorite child winning the throne by default? If those were mere lies, I fear we won't have much to discuss." Aella answered with a tease. A dark eyebrow raised on the man's face before he smiled darkly, causing a shiver to run down Aella's spine.

At last, a challenge.

"That buffoon of a brother you have -Thor?- is quite the braggart. Like a peacock, boasting his feathers for all to see." Loki couldn't control a quick grin at the misuse of his brother's untarnished name. Quickly he reeled his spur of emotions in, eyeing the woman with mock humor.

"You don't find him…Attractive?" He asked, playing coy.

Fierce, cool eyes turned upon him, face void of emotion.

"He has some respectable qualities, I'm sure. But I have always been attracted to the brooding, mischievous type,"

"Oh, darling," Loki groaned, coming closer to grasp her hand to his smiling lips, "We are going to get along…beautifully."

Through the crowd, I was crying out
And in your place there were a thousand other faces
I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right

Loki Odinson had never felt such agony in his life.

All because of her, that…temptress.

She was charming; frail before the Allfather, twisting like a whirlwind from sweet to scathing, lashing out at anyone who overstepped their boundaries. Within a week she had Sif in angry tears, rushing at her with battle cries.

Sif, the Goddess of War, fell like waves upon rocks.

From the moment they had met, Aella and Loki became inseparable. Side by side, whispering of revenge and rumors, snubbing out anyone who dared to counter their companionship.

He was deadly as a viper, with a tongue of perfect silver. She was always leading him on only to pull away at the last moment, smirking at his reactions. He in turn was always guarded, taking one step forward and two steps back.

Aella

Was breaking.

"Another battle won, thanks to the all mighty Thor!"

Blue eyes winced upon the thunderous cheers, glancing unnoticeably to her right.

Loki was seething.

Cold fingers spun around his pale, clenched hand, worming their way into his furled fingers. The man continued to ignore her, until he felt frosted lips upon the back of his fist.

Green eyes turned to Aella, anger seeping away. Again and again she gently kissed his hand, lips curving into a smile when she realized his attention finally came to her.

"You will always be my king," Aella whispered, no more than a breath. Loki felt his heart pound at her words, the sickly-sweet sensation turning within his chest.

Her smile, those words. Her eyes drawn to nothing but him.

Only him.

"Aella, I-"
"Aella! How I have waited for this momentous opportunity!" A voice boomed, slicing through the younger son's words. Nimble fingers jumped along with Aella's body, blue eyes wide upon the sudden intrusion. Hatred filled Loki's eyes as Thor bent to kiss Aella's left hand, eyes never leaving hers.

Aella adorned a tight, mirthless smile, snatching her hand free the quickest moment possible. "Come, dance with me. I have heard much about the sixth realm's grace and skill; show me what you are capable of,"

"More than you can handle, I'm sure," The Goddess returned with a fox smile, showing off her set of pearls. Thor laughed at his own expense, only furthering Loki's resentment.

Could he not have one person, one woman, to himself?

A pang rose through his heart as Aella rose, led off by his mighty brother. Blue eyes watched him for a moment before turning to her comrade, grimacing as heavy hands fell upon her waist.

The way he touched her, bent low to whisper within her ear.

It all made Loki sick

"Where is he going?" Aella asked, craning her neck the instant Prince Loki began to storm away. Thor laughed his drunken laugh, pulling her closer.

"To brood in a corner, I would imagine. My brother has always been quite jealous of any deed I partake in,"
"And what are you partaking in, pray tell you?" Aella asked, voice frigid. An unpleasant sensation spiked Thor's skin wherever it made contact with the woman's, like needles of ice. Thor shifted.

…I thought, you and I had-"

"You thought wrong, my lord." Aella seethed. In a flash Thor had flinched away, caught off guard. Ice had formed across his fingers, the same pale blue that was beginning to radiate through the veins in her face.

Thor, God of Thunder, stood in mild awe, for more reason than one.

"You're in love with my brother," He stated, more than asked. Alarm filled blue eyes and Aella staggered back.

"…I have no idea what you are speaking about. Now, if you would be so gracious, I must bid my farewells," The tall woman acknowledged, tightly. A whirlwind of gold flurried about Thor as she stalked away,

Rushing into the night for Loki.

Love me, that's all I ask of you,

It always made him wonder, how he could be the son of Laufey and still be cold in the night air. If there were one thing he should have gained from him, it should have been cold immunity.

Instead he was shivering on a balcony, letting his hatred cool into indifference.

Let Thor claim his prize. If Aella were so easy to persuade, then she was a foolish whore.
His thoughts teemed with her, from the blue of her eyes to the gentle sway of her hips, waltzing away into Thor's all-too-capable arms.

"Loki?" A soft, girlish voice called out.

He did not turn until his peripheral vision caught sight of her; a dream of flowing white and gold, shimmers glinting her dark, braided up hair.

"Loki, don't ignore me. Please." Aella's voice grew no stronger, pale fingers appearing on his arm. Finally Loki turned upon her, eyes widening. Aella looked at him, confused.

"Aella, your…Your skin" The prince murmured in surprise. Within a second the princess retaliated, nimble fingers covering her face. Aella fell backwards, stumbling to turn away.

"I…I'm sorry, I got angry, at Thor, and…Oh-" Flustered breaths were cut short as Loki turned her back to him, hand smothering her mouth. Wide, startled blue eyes bore up into his, and slowly a smile whisked his lips.

Carefully, cold, pale fingers ran down the rivers of blue beneath her skin; across her cheeks and jaw, down her chin, into her neck.
Loki's gaze had turned soft. He understood the pain and embarrassment she had felt before, frightened to show others what she could really turn into.

The veins receded after his touch, until Aella was once again simply Aella. True and beautiful as she always was.

Her lips moved against his fingers and Loki grinned, tugging her face closer.

"You know, sometimes, I wish you and I were the only beings alive. To sit and walk and lie and listen to one another. And other times, I wish thy wouldn't speak. To simply look upon you without remorse, to take in the exquisite beauty that you carry so easily. These are my true desires."

Aella pried his fingers from her mouth, smiling coyly.

"And what of ruling, my King? Surely, nothing come before your need to rule above the weak and foolish." The Queen countered, wrapping her bare arms around his warm neck. Instead of the wicked grin Aella expected, Loki simply smiled gently at her, arms slithered around her.

"Nothing comes before a King's Queen, love. Nothing."

Aella laughed and Loki took the opportunity to bury his face within her neck, kissing and nipping until her laughter resounded even the darkest of corners.

With her, Loki Odinson would no longer fear the dark, or being forgotten.

To him there would always be her, and there was no need for any more.

Their chance would come, their power would rise, and together,

Together, they would rule the galaxy.